(CW: Broken Things)
A doll that wears glasses. An odd holdover, but one its witch decides to allow.
Its vision is perfect, the witch ensured that. If anything, they make the doll clumsy, imprecise. Pouring tea well past cups, tripping on rugs. She forbids it from holding anything precious.
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fun tip: if you don't put the space in transwoman, you'll scare away all the trannies who actually respect themselves, and will be left with only spineless prey animals in your orbit who you can freely abuse and exploit
#hourly #fox https://api.tinyfox.dev/hourly/HourlyFoxes/photo_5090@09-01-2022_00-55-00.jpg
sometimes i think "i wanna go to a water park" and then i remember im transfem and would be convicted of a felony
it just needs to suffer over and over and over and over again because it is weak and lesser and deserves it. is that too much to ask?
infinite emotional masochism
New Year's Grievances 2/2
DEATH-TRAP KORPS
3,016 words
A mech is... for what, exactly?
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MORE TRANSGENDER MECH PILOTS
A trans woman’s experience in the most moral army in the world.
careful with this one. it’s pretty gross.
archiveofourown.org/works/80532426
she got the sphinx riddle wrong…
#teratophilia
Some handlers go to great lengths to customize their pilots—the end results can look far from human.
You sit alone in your room, knees pulled up to your chest, sobbing heavily into a plush toy you've owned since you were seven. It's already too late to lower the volume of your distress, because mother's footsteps tell you that there's no avoiding her knocking now. Like you're still that scared-
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ZONEOUT v1.1 based on player feedback. Thank you so much for enjoying my game.
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Zoneout is a trance-centric "rhythm" "game" designed with the neuropsychology of hypnosis in mind. Please mind the warnings on the front page. This game is not recommended for those with photosensitive epilepsy.
Bibliography is on the itch.io page.
Drained from a busty powerful brat rich girl to a frail washboard who can barely do anything on my own.
The maids do so much for me I'm practically a pet.
B-but I AM in charge. I just need help with stuff like getting dressed....cutting my food...holding the utensils..so heavy...I uhh sorry dizzy.
Synthesis: you make me a drink, and I angrily berate you for its shortcomings. I pour it down your throat because it's only worthy of a pig like you. I make a better one, and force you to drink that too so you'll remember how it should taste. Then, you make me the drink
Better be perfect this time
there's this specific archetype of girl, the kind that would do anything if you really pushed her. the kind of girl that needs to find some sort of personal agency. the kind whos route should be one of like– learning greed and selfishness
I've been worried about you since our last session, darling. You've been showing some worrying tendencies lately. Let's talk about that, okay?
Gosh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Now, now, honey, it's going to be alright. Look, I usually don't hug patients, but you're different...
do i even describe my spot on the top/bottom axis anymore. is that even a relevant part of my sexuality anymore. do i even care. am i just a cuck
hey hold this. yeah that's my soul. i trust you a lot so you can have it. no i dont need it back soon or anything. just keep it. i like it more in your hands than mine anyway
"it's so nice not having to worry about capitalizing your name and pronouns while texting my mom anymore"
Harriet Looks over her career injuries with regret. She'll learn to love herself anyways, in time. Not alone, but she'll find her way
The fact that you've lost all perspective and can't even tell the difference between your gross little kinks and reality. You're such a fucking cuck that it's bleeding into your thoughts about something that's only tangentially related. You're like a parody of a disgusting, obsessive fetishist
I'm going to be honest after everything I've done I still think making a cuck delete all her explicit photos of her girlfriend because she's not allowed to see her naked without my permission anymore is a new high. Or maybe a new low <3
The doll was mangled, torn open and spread across perhaps a dozen feet of turned-over terrain. A shell-crater marked the epicenter of the carnage, light mortar at most, slowly filling with the rain. Most of an arm assembly was intact, painted in smudged matte black and brown.
At this point I think the core pillar of my sexuality is the extreme contrast between submissive abnegation and dominant exaltation
Wine Aunt (1/4)
While the writer thinks about future projects and receives excited rumblings at the prospect of darker stories, it requested this one relay its thoughts...
It writes a lot about dolls who've already sunk into their new existence, found a quiet sort of bliss...
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